The old man finished telling the story and looked at the boy, eyes wide and lips parted, and listened attentively to his words, changing the tone of voice, asked,
"liked the fairy tale"? The boy shook
that question and returned to the fairy tale world around him. She frowned, looked away from his grandfather and turned to earth for a moment, then returned to look into his eyes and said
"Can I ask you What, grandpa?
"Tell me, ask me what I want to know."
said his grandfather, who had noticed the look of doubtful grandchild.
"But because the prince did not fly from the Princess? Wait that long to grow hair when it would be enough to fly from her ... Or maybe they were in a land where one can not fly? But even if so the princess could have thrown out the window, not to let you die mica fall ".
When he had finished saying these words, the child looked at the old man with a smiling face, proud of having proved his wit.
The grandfather thought for a moment and replied:
"Yes, here is as you say. But what I've told you a story that comes from another world. "
"Another world ... a world that speak, Grandpa?
asked the astonished child.
The old man, after a sigh, he spoke again:
"I speak of a world haunted. Here everybody talks about it, but nobody ever saw it. A world where the avatars, which they call people, can fly only working machine. Here, that world, we call RL, Real Live, it means real life. Some say it is inhabited by the gods who decide our fate. "
child's eyes lit up and then asked his grandfather:
"You believe that there really that world inhabited by the gods "?
The grandfather smiled
"I do not know, I can not know. We just want to say that our life is this, just this, in this world where, almost everywhere, we can fly ... But stories also tell of worlds, wonderful or terrible, other than that in which we live; lands that exist only in our fantasy. "
The desk phone rang, with a start the man took the phone without taking his eyes from the computer monitor:
"Hello ... Yes ... But now ...?! ... But so I did not even have time to do ... I realized that the luggage is already fully defined, but he could tell first ... I know it for sure ... ... Okay, I can do ... Ok, I'll be at the airport then, good evening. "
violently and hung up, almost screaming, he turned to his colleague who sat at the desk next to her:
"Do you realize! I have to leave now to define the contract, wants to be there tonight, no time to go home to make a change ... please call me a taxi and shut down the system and take the cards. " Trying
what he needed continued to talk a bit 'bumpy:
"If they had not invented the airplane I'd be here, calm and peaceful, that everything could be done next week, but the customer is in a hurry, and so on, running, always running, so there's a plane, fuck the aircraft and the Wright brothers invented, that if they continued to build bicycles ... But no, here today, tomorrow, never a moment of peace, always in a hurry. "
Before turning off the computer once again looked at the images on the monitor, where, in a land of Second Life, the avatar of an old man and that of a child if they were sitting, facing each other, from more than half an hour without saying anything, at least in the chat room.
For a moment he stopped thinking about what he had to do and got in a jealous people who maneuvered the two avatars, they could still relax in that fairy world instead of having to run after the commitments of real life.
looked again my colleague, who confirmed that the taxi was coming, and sighing said
"But how long should we wait here because invent teleportation?
My colleague smiled as he clicked the button to close the viewer.
"Grandpa, did you see? The guy who was here with us without saying anything he's gone, is gone. "
The grandfather smiled
"I've seen, it is normal here, now you know. It 's a bit like being in a station or in an airport, ranging avatar, avatar to come. It 's done so our life. "
You can find this story, along with other interesting articles, the latest issue of EsseElle-Movie Magazine .
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